in the morning of peace and know
beside the line between now and float
the trees felt their wait and reached
above how, into the hold of sun before
and clouds they became always and
in the soul of black and white time
grew into glow and everything was true
Talking to the Clouds 
Excellent. Thank you.
Thank you!
Poetry at its best, thank you
Thanks so very much 😀
Beautiful words with the clouds Sarah
Thank you, my friend…I do love my clouds.
lovely word smithery, bewitching in the very best of ways.
Thanks! 🙂
I’m awarding you The Blog of the Year Award! No obligation to accept, I understand if you don’t. For details, you can view my post http://wp.me/p41c99-qj Happy New Year! Peace, Sage
I am truly honored. Thank you!
You’re welcome!